Page 85 of Poison Ivy
“Bram!” she screams louder.
The other two guys are awake now with all the bouncing and screaming, and I smirk. “You snooze, you lose.”
“Says who?” Torin asks and hauls Ivy up so he can slide underneath her with my cock still buried deep in her pussy. “You up for some doubling?”
“Who are you asking?” I reply with a grin.
“Not you,” he growls and rams his cock into Ivy’s pussy alongside mine.
She moans and throws her head back, tilting her head to allow him access to her neck. He bites into her vein, and she soaks our cocks as Tate grips his in his fist and pumps away.
“Oh fuck,” Ivy gasps, her body trembling between us as Torin and I thrust into her tight pussy.
I growl, gripping her hips tighter as I feel Torin’s cock sliding against mine inside her.
“That’s it, little mouse. Take both our cocks like a good girl.”
She whimpers as we pound into her relentlessly. Torin’s fangs are still buried in her neck, drinking deeply as we fuck her.
Tate moves closer, his cock inches from Ivy’s face as he strokes himself. “Open up, princess,” he commands.
Ivy obeys, parting her lips to take Tate’s length into her mouth. The sight of her stuffed full of all three of us again is intoxicating.
“Fuck, you’re perfect,” I groan, feeling her pussy clench around us. She’s close already.
Torin finally releases her neck, licking the puncture wounds closed. “Come for us, little killer,” he growls. “Show us how much you love being filled by your men.”
That pushes her over the edge. Ivy screams around Tate’s cock as she comes hard, her body convulsing between us. The clenching of her pussy sends me over the edge. I groan as I pump my release deep inside her, feeling Torin do the same.
Tate grunts, pulling out of Ivy’s mouth to whisk her off our cocks to slam into her hard enough to rock the bed over a few inches.
“Fuck, Ivy!” he roars before devouring her mouth with his. He pounds into her harder, faster, and I feel myself getting hard again as she takes it. She takes it all.
Tate pulls her up into a sitting position so she canstraddle his lap, and we can all get a taste of her again.
“That’s it,” Tate growls against her lips. “Take my cock, princess. Show me how much you want it.”
Ivy arches her back, meeting his thrusts eagerly. “Fuck, Tate!” she cries out. “Don’t stop!”
Unable to resist, I move behind Ivy, running my hands over her trembling thighs.
“Ready for more, little mouse?”
Her eyes widen, but she nods frantically. With a wicked grin, I press two fingers to her mouth, and she sucks them desperately, knowing what’s coming. I need my cock in her arse again, so tight, so depraved.
When she has soaked my fingers, I lower them to her rear entrance, still slightly slick from earlier. She gasps as I slowly work them inside, stretching her.
“Oh God,” she whimpers.
“You can take it,” Tate murmurs, slowing his thrusts to let her adjust. “You’re doing so well, Ivy.”
Torin moves closer, stroking her hair soothingly. “That’s our good girl,” he praises. “Taking all of us so perfectly.”
When I feel her relax around my fingers, I withdraw them and line up my cock.
I slowly push into Ivy’s tight hole, groaning at the sensation. She cries out, her body trembling between Tate and me.
“Fuck,” I growl. “So fucking tight.”
